I met a guy on a dating website and we decided to meet and have dinner. He suggested I come to his place and I agreed because I thought it was safer than having him know where I live. We were supposed to go out to dinner from his place, but when I got there he offered me a drink and showed me around his house, which seemed harmless enough. Right away I noticed that he had a black spot on one of his front teeth, but at first I thought it was a piece of food. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to embarrass him, but after a few more glances, I realized that one of his front teeth was rotting. I was surprised because he had a nice house and an expensive car, so it wasn’t as though he couldn’t afford a trip to the dentist!
Eventually I got a whiff of his breath and it was bad enough to kill a horse! I was sitting on one of the patio chairs by his pool contemplating what to do when he got up and went inside for another drink. I realized that I had been there for a while and there had been no mention of going to dinner so I started to get a little nervous on top of being totally grossed out by his rotten teeth . . . so I excused myself to use the restroom, grabbed my purse and bolted out his front door. He sat outside on the patio for a while before he realized I wasn’t coming back. This is what he told me in his phone message to me. That’s one message I’m not returning.